Oh, what a dreadful waste of time and film, to waste upon the life of someone with writing so rich. To devote an hour and a half to a relationship instead of her inner workings, her journals and poems, such travesty.
As if her marriage was the pivotal factor in her imaginative, introspective life. A one woman show would have been more enjoyable and just. She was a person outside of her marriage. It's an indignation to memorialize her on film bound to someone else.
I've read her Unabridged Journals and found a woman acutely aware, sensitive and highly intelligent. She could write about the most mundane in ways that dripped thickly and conjured artistic images. That is what I erroneously was hoping to find within this movie not this superficial, all about Ted thingy that bored and saddened me.
It's a sham, really. It could have been so much more. A true look at her life this movie is not. It fails miserably and shares little of such a deep, profound woman.
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